I remember as a child living in Kingston Jamaica, my mother at times would send me to a shop on Waltham Park Road which the locals called Bun Dung. A fire had happened there sometime ago, but even after it was renovated and re-opened the name stuck, that is Jamaica. I could either take one of two roads to reach Bun Dung shop on Waltham Park Road, it was either Delamere Avenue or Languard Avenue, it depended on my mood.
At the end of Languard Avenue, right at the corner on the right hand side, beside a betting shop (where peopl bet on horse races), there was a house, and the owner of the house was called Mumzel. I was about six or seven years old then, and people in the community would gossip about Mumzel, saying that she was a prostitute or a madam, because her yard was always filled with many young girls just hanging out, and men solicited favors from them and Mumzel negotiated the deal and got a her share. I remember her yard being painted in White and blue, with a wrap around veranda which had shine red tiles, it was very clean, her yard, with beautifully well kept flowers and trees of all sorts. The walk way leading from her gate unto her veranda was also tiled shinny clean, and superbly well kept.
I would see Mumzel, who all the women whispered about go in and out of her yard, always with a pleasant expression, always smiling and all her girls would be on the veranda laughing and joking all together, they were all nicely dressed and seemed to be having a good time together. They had the love, respect and admiration of men, but the women spoke badly about Mumzel, yet nothing seemed to frazzle her spirit, she was a strong woman.
Mumzel had beautiful black skin, cool, never sweaty or shinny as I remember and she was plump with wide hips and a huge bum, the likes of what Kim Karadashian could not pay for, or could never have, hers was real. Nowadays people look at fat people with disgust, (so sad), but Mumzel who was not obese, she made fat beautiful to how she carried herself.
Mumzel had an amazonian quality about her, yet not in a manly way, she exuded femininity to its core, yet she had an energy which conveyed, I am mistress of my own domain, respect me, she never called respect, it was automatically given to her.
She was always well dressed and neat, she had pretty white teeth, and at the side of her mouth she had a gold tooth (on her eye teeth) which gleamed when she smiled you could almost hear a ping as the gold sparkled from Mumzel’s mouth. She had dimpled cheeks which lit up her face, and she carried her weight as if she had no extra weight at all, she was active.
Mumzel was very pretty (I paid homage to her, name,description and all, in the Trevor story). She seemed confident and strong, and I as a child saw all of that in Mumzel. Whenever she would pass the women who would speak badly about her behind her back, and I am sure she knew this, she would smilingly greet them and they would hypocritically answer her back, hailing her and making much of her while laughing, they would continue gossiping after she had breezed pass leaving a whisper of her sweet perfume in the air.
As a child I admired her, and would often take the Languard avenue route to see her and her beautiful yard, she always smiled with us as children, and would touch us on our heads as she made much of us, sometimes giving us candy, (she seemed to love children, she had at the time only one child, a daughter who was a pre-teen, it was said that Mumzel was very strict with her), which the grown ups would tell us not to eat, for whatever reason, we were not told. There was an energy which came off Mumzel which resonated with me, it was Osun(OSHUN), but I had no idea, she and I were from the same realm, she was apart of my spiritual family unbeknownst to me back then, but very known to my head and my spirit. I had been introduced to my spiritual mother represented in the physical form by Mumzel, but I had not yet the wisdom to understand, only that Mumzel was like a celebrity to me, I was drawn to her spirit and I wanted to be like her, Osun showed me herself through Mumzel.
There was something about Mumzel, even her name that made me in awe of her, and although I have no idea if the rumors were true that she was a prostitute or a madam, I have always secretly wanted to be a madam! I wanted to resemble Mumzel in that way, yes if I was confident enough to enter that world (not being a prostitute, but a madam for my working girls) the idea or the inspiration for that ambition would have come from beautiful Mumzel.
I had no Idea who was Orisha Osun, and as I traveled along life’s way and met my Padrino, (Padrino was lucumi, white Cuban, but he respected Africa and Africans, calling himself African, unlike these nowadays Lucumi practitioners who have no respect for us Africans who are their elders,of whom tradition they are practicing a bastardized version) and became curious of the Ifa/Orisha traditional practice of the Yoruba people of South Western Nigeria, I began to realize that Osun was always close to me, she was never far away from me, I was her child and she was with me.
Padrino had a God child, her name was Connie, an older woman when I met her, but she had a charming personality about her which was mixed with a hint of madness. I am just stating the truth here, no disrespect at all to Connie, her spirit or her head, nor am I making an attempt of humor whatsoever. It was Connie who made me meet Padrino (it was my head, but it used Connie). Connie had been working for another Spanish woman at her Botanica (spiritual shop and religious items and herbs) as a reader.
I was taken to the shop by one of my customers because my shop was under spiritual attack, Connie (who was Lucumi) had connived with the owner of the shop to dupe people into giving them fake Ellegua’s (Lucumi version of Esu or Elegba), they had no idea that I was one who people could not fool with and so after paying for the Ellegua which was supposed to help my business and bringing it to my business place, I did as was told on how to care it, which was giving it coffee and cigar and sweets (not done in Africa). I gave it all I was told, and it was after two weeks I had a dream where a non-physical elder came and told me to throw that S&*T (that is the word they used) away, but put on a tuxedo, which meant that I could not just throw it away like that, it had to be thrown away by way of ritual.
After the dream, I called the shop and Connie who helped prepare the scam Ellegua answered and when I told her the dream, she immediately began to apologize and gave me in secret her home address and phone number, that is how I met my sweet dear Padrino.
Connie had Osun as her Orisha and Obatala, in Lucumi they give father and mother Orisha, not so in Africa. She was a good reader to some degree and what I mean by that is she used tarot cards, nothing wrong with that, Tarot cards diviners (if they know it well) are excellent, I also read cards and I love them ,but she did something I did not like, she would embellish what the spirits told her, meaning she added on her own opinions in the reading,not leaving it all to spirit, so she muddled the reading which would have been otherwise good without her input of self. Not good!
Connie, had a personality where she would be sweet one minute and very evil in a second, she always wanted to do bad and dirty work, but complained that she could not, because Obatala restricted her from doing bad. She was like a sinister evil witch who itched to do wicked deeds, but couldn’t for fear of her master. She had big bug eyes, and an screeching laugh like a banshee. She had times when she would squint her bug eyes and tell you things which was the truth, which left you thinking, “How the hell did she know that? Connie was sweet today and sour tomorrow, blowing hot and cold in the blink of an eye. She was not easy to understand. She was happiest when she thought of evil and doing the work. Padrino had to always cool her down with a look, she had real respect and what also seem like fear for him. She reminded me of the saying, “Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly”, because when she was nice, you were drawn to her, temporarily forgetting her other side.
They say the river can get murky at times, and some time it can come down and sweep away many, perhaps Connie was that side of Osun, perhaps!
According to some people they say Osun, although sweet and loving can be (if thwarted) your worse nightmare, she will fight her enemies and if she does this they may not survive. She is water, so she can go into your blood stream, she can flood your house, drown you, make your kidneys fail, give you herpes or de odda ting, poison yuh, dehydrate your body, kill you in child birth, and more, her power is insurmountable, and there is nobody that she cannot get to, unless the person does not use water and who does not use water? I must make it clear however that it takes a lot to get Osun to a place where she will deal with you! She will however act quickly if any of her children are threatened, she nuh play with those that belongs to her.
Yet with Connie, nobody had to thwart her into becoming Lucifer’s personal assistant. Then I wonder how can people not stay upset at her for her offensive and mad (call a spade a spade) ways, including me, I always forgave her and so did everyone. Was it the fault of Lucumi and how they initiated people, how they initiated her? I wondered about that, or was Connie a mad woman before initiation, and the sweetness of Osun was trying to come out (when she was nice) but the madness intervened and sey not ah rass!?
She use to beg me to hurry up and get initiated, because Padrino told her that one day I would become a big witch. Yes, she used the word witch, she could at times be crass, so I paid her no mind.
Connie wore white everyday, and I use to do her hair, she wore Jeri curl. She always had a lot of jewelry on, bangles and bracelets, rings and chains, all gold. Osun’s children loves jewelry, especially gold She also wore contact lens, hazel ones, and tried to look nice always. She was proud of being Omo Osun, child of Osun, but she always complained that Obatala would not allow her the freedom to do Juju, bad Juju, which she loved. Shi love to obeah people. She was an African American woman.
Padrino loved me a lot and she knew this and he predicted many things for me, including that I would be a medium like him, and that I would bring the tradition far, she always heard this and secretly did not like it. Padrino was a very strong Palero and so he would invite me to come to his house late at night so that he would show me how he worked his Palo pot, he would come and get me and take me to do rituals out in nature, Connie did not like that, but she said nothing. Eventually she blocked me from seeing Padrino. Whenever I called she told me that he traveled and she blocked me from him, so that when he died, I had no idea. It was a visit to the realm I went and saw him doing initiation there, when he saw me he hugged me like a long lost daughter, that is how I found out that he had joined his elders. Iba Padrino.
Orisha Osun is the goddess of sweet water, of the rivers, lakes, ponds is a wonderful Orisha. Ore YeYe OOOO, Osun OOOO!
She is a very mysterious Orisha and her children are also mysterious people. Easily mis-understood, yet very compassionate, kind and loving. Read below from the post, The wonderful Orishas;
Osun is owner of the sweet waters, the river, streams, brooks and lakes. She is the Orisha who represents fertility and love, and also wealth, everyone loves Osun, after all who can survive without water? Water has no enemies. She loves honey, sweet-smelling perfumes, powder (its sweet and cool) and jewelry. True Wife of Orunmila, his wife Osun was called Osunfunmilayo, the Osun name I was given at my initiation, it means Osun brings Joy, it was he who taught her the use of cowrie shells.
When Orunmila would travel and people would come to see him, and he was not there, they would leave. Osun complained to her husband about this and so, he taught her to read sixteen Cowrie shells, so that she could divine for people when he is not around, It was Osun who opened the door for women o divine. She is the ultimate woman!She was the first woman’s right activist, it because of Osun why women are so powerful and strong!!
She is beautiful and sensuous, passionate and strong. Her children are amongst the greatest diviners. She is liquid honey and nobody tastes honey and frown. Osun is the water we drink, she is the water that bathes us and keeps us cool, and heals us and feeds us. Osun is responsible for putting families together, she gives babies to parents and she also nurtures them. She is the most popular Orisha and is loved by all. The world could not exist without Osun. Osun’s children in Africa wears white and are always beautifully attired in sequence and lace, she is the Orisha with the comb, she is NOT the mermaid, that would be Yemoja, and her children are very artistic, creative and inventive. Outside of Africa her color is yellow, that is how she entered Cuba. She brings good things. She is mysterious and sharp, loving and gentle, slightly hard to figure out. She is protective and strong and will never allow her children to be shamed, or disgraced. I am a child of the great mother Osun, true owner of Obara Meji! Obara Meji is my Osun!
Archetypes of Osun, not only women, but men and women, are strong people. Osun is to be of a very calm nature. She is at times very quiet, and her speech is never loud. She is not easily annoyed, and she lends an ear to all who needs it. She is wife to Orunmila, and in verses of Ifa, she can be seen, going out to bring customers in for her husband when things are slow for him. In real life, Osun women are the back bone for their men. She is the bread winner for the family, the family head, the glue which holds the family together. Osun can cook (not all archetypes of her in this world are cooks but when you find an woman whose hand is sweet, trust me, it is an Osun woman). Osun is the midwife, She was the first woman in her century (when she lived here on earth with us) to deliver babies, most mid wives are Osun women, she is the healer, the comforter. She loves her children unconditionally she protects them and will damage smaddy fi dem. Osun love little children, all children belongs to Osun. Her job here on earth is to provide children and put families together.
She loves anything which is beautiful or suggests beauty. The African Grey parrot is one of her favorite birds, and she loves ferns. When I travel under Fern Gully in Jamaica, I hail my mother Orisha Osun, Patron Orisha of my sweet sweet of Jamaica. Big up Roaring River in Jamaica, Osun is certainly there, when you go to Jamaica, visit Osun there and bring her a gift and pray.
Unlike Yemoja, who is a bit strict, Osun is forgiving, easy to pity people and embrace them into her bosom again. She is sweet mother, who makes a child feel well the minute she or he sees their mommy, Oore Yeye OOO!
She loves to laugh, she is known as the happy Orisha. During Osun initiation, Osun women will wrap cloth around their breast, leaving their upper torso bare, this is how Osun women wear their cloth, like a tube top dress. Osun is clean and expects her children to be neat and tidy. They should bath daily, have a clean smelling mouth,scent their bodies with sweet smelling perfumes and dress very well even if they are not going out. The must always smell good and fresh. They must love fi bathe!
Within Lucumi, they have Osun has a prostitute, as promiscuous among other things, protectors of Gays and more, not so in Africa, of which Osun comes from. In Africa, in our tradition of Ifa/Orisha where Osun is from, there is no such thing there about the deity such as this fallacy. If I tell an oloorisha person this, they would cry abomination!! So many false tales out there about Osun.
Osun is for family. She puts husband and wife together, she makes a joyous home, she makes people enjoy the noise and play of their children she is for love. Sex is attributed to her, not in a promiscuous way or the way of a whore which is said of her in Lucumi, but by way of having children, producing, being fruitful and multiplying, this cannot be accomplished without the sex act. Osun will attract people, because she is water, and who does not love water, who can do without it? She is sweet and loving, so sex with her children is pleasure filled. Watch the river, see how graceful, watch how she flows, see the sensuality, the fluidity of her movements…Osun OOOOO!!!!
I see Osun on Marilyn Monroe, and on Angelina Jolie. Two very different Osun women in personality traits, but Osun none the less. I see Osun on my daughters, One already crowned her, the other will soon, I see Osun on me.
Remember that all the personality traits which I have written about Osun, is not all found in one person, some can have some and others the rest. It is important to remember this about her however, Osun is very compassionate, loving and forgiving. I always tell people that I am not forgiving, having been hurt by many people in life, but my children laugh and ask me who am I kidding, even if I am vex with a person, if I see them in a predicament I am the first one to render assistance. Mi nuh sure bout that yah now, people too bad.
Oore Yeye O
Oore Yeye OOOO, Osun OOOOO!
Hail to my mother Osun!
I am not finished with my stories, but most of the bloggers have disappeared, so why waste energy, and nobody nah read!
Osun people will work in areas such as these;
Hairdresser…Orisha with the comb
Midwife or healer
Writer and any form of communication
Dancer, she is for all areas of the arts
Actor, singers, Models
music composer or arranger
make up artist Stylist
Artist as in paintings
More, but I cannot bother write, ah tiad!
Ọmọ tó bá mọwọ́ wẹ̀, á bá àgbà jẹun. /
A child that knows how to wash his hands will eat with the elders…….Yoruba Proverbs!
[If you would identify those ahead of you and learn to relate well with them, you would be favoured with uncommon privileges]
Great sins of the world occurs because of misplaced or lack of trust, to violate someones trust is to violate God, be the best human being you can be, let trust be one of the pillars of which your character is built on, honor yourself with this great compliment!….Obara Meji!
All religion are valid as long as it teaches peace and love…. Obara Meji!
There are no disappointments in life, only lessons learned!….Obara Meji